Lyrics :

Fucc ya ho, get ya own, from da city ta da throne 

It be me da M-V Pizzle, I be litty on da song 

And you do not want no plex, half dese bitches wantin sex 

Half dese bitches wanna vet, you know Me, I’m gon collect 

Slew dem hatas off da rip, P da King in Missasip 

You want ana wit dem crips, you want hammas in ya shit...? 

Bitch I’m on a mission I’ll be gettin what I won’t... 

Liquor what I’m sippin I’ll be hittin when ya don’t... 

Why you wanna try da Don, I could put yo idol onnn 

I could put you bitches neathe the C, you’d be a minor one... 

Hgc uh find ya find bruh, spark ya like a lighta cuh 

Bossin wit dem B.O.S’s, so take caution, I’ma light ya up 

You don’t really want no beef, saw ya tweets dat shit was sweet 

Now ya on da Book and tryna look you just a hooka G 

Good wit me, fucc ya den, all about dat Memphis Ten 

Bangin wit dem bangas I got bangas on my lil hit list 

Thousand songs, pile it on, bitch I told ya I’m da G.O.A.T 

Motion like da ocean I be strokin yo lil ho fa sho 

Golden like da moments when I fold ya, bitch ya hardly known 

Holly Grove, know it’s strong, diss da shit dat I be own 

Diss da shit dat I be own  x 4

Diss Da Shit Dat I Be On (State of Tennessee) [2024] Prod. By Rho The Producer

One take.

Lyrics :

 Last bitch I had, she was just a la dub... and da next bitch I have she’ll be fallin in love... 

MVP Tha Don, know dat he ain’t no scrub... I spit game ta a T, have you fallin in hugs... 

Nah, let me be ya man, let me be ya plan, let me show you how we do it straight up out da Land... 

Baby go getta... straight up out da Villa... photo killa... fo doe spitta... 

Ridin in da Stang like I’m flyin in a plane... Grindin in my lane like I’m hidin from da State... 

Gon wit da plex shit... Cuh all dat extra... I do dis for pleasure ply mothafuccin pressure... 

Yeah wit da Polo, I be on my solo, call me mister Dolo, P about ta go low 

Yeah I need some mo doe, P I’m on my slow roll, G I’m on dem foe foes, even on dat coco... 

Bacc den I was active, yo makin classics, hoes gettin ratchet on my mattress, no panties 

Gon wit da grammys, money outstandin, funny how dey landed on my page, just ta at me 

At me, at me, why you even add me, show me dat you real or sump’n, dat would make me happy 

Wanna make a deal or sum? You could be an athlete, runnin yo mouth and shit, gon wit da cappin 

MVP Tha Captain, gon wit da madness, he uh make da average muhfucca gain sadness 

Tryna live lavish, all about da cabbage, hoes too mannish, make it hard ta manage... 

Hardest on da planet, put dat on my granny, all about da hustle baby you wudn understand it 

Flyest wit no landin, try ta reprimand it, comin how I’m comin dey gon thank I’m on a Xanny

On A Xanny (State of Tennessee) [2024] Prod. By Rho The Producer

One take.

Lyrics :

See, you cain’t fucc wit da Don, hit you everywhere you are, I can get you from afar, MVP be wit da Rod... 

Boss Hogg Outlaws, call Me Slim Thugga, would thank that it’s bones cuz how the MVP mug ya... 

Busta, why you wanna try cuh you gon die, ain’t fuccin wit no others, it be Me, Myself, and I... 

Fly den a muhfucca, high den a muhfucca, slidin in dis muhfucca, brother, Nicc about ta touch ya... 

I don’t need no goons or goblins, fucc bout all dat hootin holla’in, you might think P stupid prolly, shoot ya wit da Groove lil shawty 

I’ma run a marathon, I could put ya parents on, MVP apparent bruh, hate bitch why you stare at us 

I could run a million bacc, stuntin on yo simple ass, hustle wit da Cripple man, stuff ha wit my inches man 

Will I get a milly, yeah, am I wit da glizzy, yeah, I could kill yo whole damn clique, and P know dat it ain’t fair... 

I ain’t gon go for air, I ain’t gon go for dat, how yall poppin over there? I heard dat yall shit was wacc 

I heard dat yall shit was flagged, I heard dat y’all shit was fag, I heard dat ya heard dat I ain’t heard ya I’m just countin bags 

Millions uh dese flows fa real, inmates call Me Soulja Slim, P be known ta throw dese hands so watch ya man, might get him killed 

Fuccin wit da Don uh Dons, I just put my aura on, stagnant wit ya practice I ain’t cappin, come for glory bruh 

Hustle man, all about da mothafuccin hustle and, I be in dese streets so when you see Me I’m gon buss ya man 

Hunnid grand, get it right, we just call dem honey buns, shoutout Baby on da mic, I don’t thank you wanted One 

Run it Son, want it all, fucc da city, for my dawgs? We can get it litty gettin shitty on you maricons 

Stop Me God, I’m a T.H.U.G, I don’t think y’all wanted that, I been thru da sun and bacc, MVP da runninbacc...

Can't Fucc With Tha Don (Single) [2024] Prod. By Rho The Producer

I want to thank everyone that took a moment out of their day for me. We are 1.... Hooly Up (always). #Hooly

Made It - Prod. King Dani

FAKE! (original song)

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Something to Cry About

Lyrics :

Full uh despair, tryna put one in da air... Money over there... Money over here... 

Money everywhere... Bitches stop and stare... Nicc just got aware... Gettin my lil share... 

Always been da Goat, I ain’t worried bout clout... My shawty gon amount, and fa dis I say no doubt... 

Opps is on my mind, I got ounces on da line... Mountains uh da pine... Houses on da grind... 

Always been a G, doe I’m fuccin wit my P... Thuggin wit dey piece, you can take a look and see... 

Mi amor baby and my lady be on fleek... Grindin and I’m shinin, dat’s a million dolla week... 

Million dolla shotta, got a boppa on da beat... Cloccin and I’m shoppin, and you know dey tote da heat... 

You ain’t close ta me, I fucced around and called ya friend... ain’t want it to end, but I ain’t gon make amends... 

Amen homie, got paid, bought da bar... Bottles uh Ciroc, fucced around and dissed da Don... 

Now you missin homie, ain’t gon miss you when you gone... I don’t need ya gods, ta surmise you a fraud... 

Straight drop homie rest in peace ta Young Dolph... Da way I keep da clubs, you would thank I played golf... 

Never fell off, cuz I’d rather stay onnn... Do dis fa my dawgs, dey my fuccin day ones... 

Don Juan gone hard, fucc a lil snitch... Yeah I got some debt, but I ain’t worried bout shit... 

Me I’m on top, on top, uh ya bitch... Do dis off top, off top, gettin rich... 

Neon... We on... Fucc you lil peons... P gon get da G’s on, she can barely put ha jeans on... 

Seesaw... Bacc and forth... Fucc a ho I’m ackin cold, thuggin doe I’m mac’n bro, I did dis shit fa Holly Grove

Holly Grove (Wake Gang Mixtape) [2024] Prod. By Rho The Producer

Lyrics :

Number one, number two, don’t thank I’ma fucc wit u, MVP da Don fa real, dis fa God, still bout ta move 

I don’t gotta shoot ya homie, still got plays wit all my Groove, blazin on dat stage and takin names cuz Nicc a real lil dude 

Kicc it wit guerillas fool, iz you chasin scrilla too? That don’t mean a thang, cuz you uh sang, when all my villains loose 

Stomp em out, just like embers, God amount, dis fa hitters, all about dey paper staccin, shit like magick, talk ta pillas 

I’ma talk ta all dese bitches, I don’t need ya sex lil ho, shawty prolly let me go cuz I don’t wanna hit ha throat 

I’m a Man, from da Land, courtesy uh Holly Grove, tryna let My money grow, tryna let Me Son dese folks? 
Pay attention, I’m da Scripture, I’m da One who called da witness, I’m da One who whip it, spit it pimpin, own da drop and sip it 

All my hittas, keep it reala, doe dey blacc and I’m vanilla, sho know how ta act wit all dese Macs cuh MVP a killa 

Comin for yo fuccin head, now da homie bussin Red, try ta try ya lucc lil punk, I fucced em up, don’t trust da Meds 

Soljas in my symphonies, da homie show no sympathy, cuz hustle P epitome momma tried ta get rid uh me 

Hustle hard, fucc da yard, I ain’t need no fuccin rec, love Me cuz I showed respect, bussin out wit all dese checcs 

Fucc some debt, umma vet, I don’t thank you recognize, how I grinded, how I’m shinin, bitch now you about ta die 

Number one, number two, take note how I’m Son’n you, burn you how da Sun uh do, turn you into Lunchables 

Money not yos, vamos vato, detrimental circumstance... All my gatos, rep Chicago, Tennessee, da Holy Land... 

Mention Me, I’ll hold ya hand, take ya where ya wanna go... On a roll, from all my shows, I blowed some O’s, I copped some dro... 

Still numero uno ho, from M-town to that Poplar Cove, box ya ho, rocc ya ho... Poppin shit is all I knowww...!

Number One (Wake Gang Mixtape) [2024] Prod. By Lil FHA

Lyrics :

I got a shawty I can trust, shawty I won’t buss, shawty wit da cams, ain’t got no man but that’s for us, look 

I be in the yo, courtesy da Grove, money gon grow, but ain’t nothin I can show 

I be in the project houses, sho amountin, climb dem mountains, I been doubtin, yall fa sho, cuz y'all lil hoes be so accountin 

Yeah right bitch I’m triple Nicc, fucc dat lil triple six, I was servin triple bids, charges on me, gettin rich 

Now I’m pilin, what I’m drivin, make all of you bitches sicc, snitches gettin at me, tryna lap me, ain’t no pity hea 

Ain’t no fear, cept for God, why we whippin all dese cars? Why we hittin all dese broads? Why we sippin all dese bottles... 

A mane gon have ta fade a way, fa sho fa sho...  Da mane gon have ta wait ta get his soljas own... 

And me and rho and Fabo on anotha song... Ain’t did nun wrong so fucc yo Laws I told ya dawg...

Boss Hogg Outlawz (Wake Gang Mixtape) [2024] Prod. By Rho The Producer & FHA

I WILL SURVIVE - JK3R x MVP Tha Don (Wake Gang Mixtape 2)

One take...

Lyrics :

Ridin wit da Ghost so dey be flyin ta my post, P he do da most, in USA from coast ta coast 

All da way in Europe, shawty do you see my scope, sicc and you cain’t cure em, homie do you know da ropes 

Blowin past opps, know da cops down bad, dis for all da broads who wanna see me on my ass 

Never needed flags, but I gotta lotta G’s, gotta lotta things, like I hit the lottery 

Oh so mothafuccin clean, I ain’t worried bout my team, Wake Gang Ent, and I gotta lotta seas 

Gotta lotta bees, but we all in harmony, I put paper over pussy pussy you ain’t harmin me 

Hustle harder den a broad who tryna catch up on da rent, shinin hard from every orifice, hoarders gettin rich 

While the poor get poorer, poor man’s borders, fucc about a bitch cuz a lil bitch ain’t gon support us 

P still the President, he reckless when he torch ya, all about da dollas patna can you come endorse us 

Never been gorgeous, always been handsome, ran up on ya plug and held his work for a ransom 

You cain’t get ya chain bacc, maybe checc da pawn shop, you cain’t get ya dame bacc, made her fucc like pornstars 

Me I’m on a roll and dat lil Nicc, he on one, fitna take a stroll and turn dese snitches into no one 

Noone cares like my bitch care... What bitch? I got one erywhere... Erywhere ... Erywhere... Erywhere I go a ho gon stop and stare 

Flow wit da mind of a maniac.... still da Heir, I turnt her to a brainiac... 

Faded ass... Take da dough and run... Yeah I’ll be rich within a minute what you knowin good

Wake Gang Mixtape 2

Must Be Nice

"Must Be Nice" - MVP Tha Don (Wake Gang Mixtape 2) Produced By FHA

"I'm prolific..." MVP Tha Don is an independent artist and CEO of Wake Gang Entertainment out of Memphis, TN. He has released over 3000 songs in his lifetime and appears to not be stopping anytime soon. Tune in and give a follow. You will not be disappointed.

For collaborations / inquiries : NiccBryant901@gmail.com

Boss Hogg Outlawz (Wake Gang Mixtape) [2024] Prod. By Rho The Producer & FHA

MVP Tha Don

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